The Illusion of Possession by Resonant Arc

A Sovereign Anthem of Money, Control, and Truth

Release Date: June 19, 2025

(Verse 1)
You thought your money safe and sound,
Locked in banks on stable ground.
But paper promises deceive,
And what you own—you just believe.

You signed your name, you made the deal,
But never saw the hidden seal.
For once you “deposit,” truth is gone—
It’s not your wealth, it’s just a loan.

(Chorus)
The illusion of possession, dressed in law and code,
Turns freedom into bondage on a golden road.
You gave them power, they gave you debt,
And called it trust—do you forget?
But now the veil begins to fall—
The truth behind the banking wall:
You're not the owner, just the pawn—
But once awake, the spell is gone.

(Verse 2)
“All deposits are our claim,”
The fine print hides the theft in name.
You're listed as a “creditor,”
While they become the fund's true lord.

They gamble with your every cent,
And when they crash—it’s where it went.
Your balance is a digital ghost,
While bail-ins feed the bloated host.

(Bridge 1)
And look! Your name in ALL CAPS text,
A clue that most have never checked.
That’s not the man who walks and feels,
It’s just a straw that signs the deals.

Your STRAWMAN holds the cursed account,
Your soul the surety for the amount.
The trust was formed, the rights denied,
While you, unknowing, stood and signed.

(Chorus)
The illusion of possession, masked as law and grace,
But sovereignty can't live inside a fiction’s place.
They own the name, they hold the reins,
But truth runs deeper than the chains.
Your breath, your will, your sacred role—
Cannot be bought, nor taxed, nor sold.
Reclaim the key, revoke the bind—
Awake the soul, renew the mind.

(Verse 3)
You gave them gold, they gave you script,
A paper world, cold and equipped.
To fool the wise, to blind the bold,
With ledgers inked in lies of old.

This isn't just a theft of coin,
It’s how they twist what you anoint.
A system born of Babylon—
With velvet chains you carry on.

(Bridge 2)
But you were born for higher things,
Not to bow beneath these kings.
Withdraw your consent—that’s the way,
To end the lie, to break the play.

Move your value into truth,
Silver, land, and barter proof.
Educate, ignite the spark—
The system fails when we embark.

(Final Chorus)
The illusion of possession fades when light breaks through,
And what was false becomes untrue.
They hold your funds, but not your fate—
When you reclaim your sovereign state.
The covenant they wrote in stealth,
Now shatters by awakened wealth.
So rise and see what few have known—
You are the master.
You are the throne.

(Outro – Spoken, like a declaration)
Money is not freedom—consent is.
Ownership is not control—awareness is.
And sovereignty is not granted.
It is claimed.